Colette Adams was, to say the least, hot! The only person around hotter was her boyfriend Conner Brady. Colette was five-ten, Conner, a complimentary six-two. Colette's shoulder length hair was a deep chocolate brown with natural red highlights. She had full breasts, a slender hard belly and the most luscious hips melting into the shapeliest legs. She worked hard at keeping fit. That's what Conner wanted and she would walk through hell to please him, he would do the same for her. He was the most handsome man she had ever set eyes on. His hair was lighter than hers was but still dark. His eyes were a stunning cold blue. When he looked into her light brown eyes in his special way her heart melted and her body burned. He was a hardbody and cut to the max. He had grown up playing sports and even though he had given up playing anything but an occasional game of racket ball he stayed in great shape. His waist was almost as slender as hers. Some of their most intense intercourse had come after sweat drenching workouts. They made the perfect couple.
Colette wanted to get married more than anything, but she knew better than to push Conner. Colette was twenty-eight and her biological clock was ticking like a time bomb. Conner was thirty and working his way up the corporate ladder, he expected to be a full partner in his law firm by the end of next year. His superiors had hinted that being married might be an advantage to him. He wasn't swayed by anything; he would live his life his way. Not even his career was important enough to change him and the partners at Lytle, Crosby and Sterns liked this about Conner Brady. He would back down from nothing and no one. They also knew that there were a dozen other firms that would kill to have him on their team. Colette was working on her Ph.D. in Psychiatry. She had big plans for a private practice. She was so close to having so many of her dreams come true. They sat there at her fingertips waiting for her to grab them; she just had to make sure she didn't push them away instead of clinging to them.
Conner loved having sex in the morning, but this morning when he rolled over to take hold of Colette, he got an armful of nothing. He heard the shower running. He pried himself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He watched Colette through the frosted glass of the shower door. He stroked his swelling manhood and eased toward her. She jerked around with a smile when she heard the clasp on the shower door pop open.
"Good morning...uh...horny boy," she said running her fingers through her shampoo-laden hair, studying his gorgeous body.
"Umm," he moaned as he moved closer and laid his head on her shoulder and pulled her to him.
"No Conny, I have to be at school early today. I have that meeting with Dr. Thomas this morning," she said.
He loved to hear her call him Conny, her pet name for him when they were getting misty. As his hands explored her wet glistening body she began to breathe deeply. She could never resist his advances. She didn't want to now but she couldn't afford to be late. His fingers kneaded her flesh from her perky breasts to her wet pubic hair. He turned her back to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, his erect member pressed between the cheeks of her hard shiny butt. He rolled and pinched and pulled her hardening nipples between his fingertips.
"Conny...I...need..." she sighed as she bent under the spray to rinse her hair.
He slipped his hand between her legs and pulled the head of his penis between her lips and pushed into her. She was hot and creamy before he made three strokes with his long thick member. She pushed against the tile wall as his thrusts got harder and harder. Conner picked her up and sat down on the bench, built into the corner of the stall, with her impaled on him. He bounced her up and down on his well lube tool. He fondled her breasts and belly as he rode her up and down his length. She was writhing and grinding hard against him in less than five minutes. She reached between her legs and began to massage his testicles wildly. Anytime she could get her hands on his balls while they were making love she did, it always drove Conner crazy...without fail. He was moaning loudly and shooting his sticky cream into her in no time. She loved his attention. He was so tender yet so forceful and satisfying. He finished and Colette returned to her shower. Her face was flushed, she watched him hungrily. He sat there massaging his shrinking penis watching her wash their mingled juices off her shimmering thighs. He loved the way the water pulled her pubic hair down between her legs in cute little curls. He loved her completely; there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.
When she was finished and stepped out of the shower he took her place and began to soap his body. They talked over the noise discussing their plans for the night. They were expected at an early Christmas party at LCS (Lytle, Crosby and Sterns); they needed to be there by eight. Colette said she had no problem with that. She asked if she needed to cook dinner or would they eat out or would there be food at the party? Conner said he wasn't sure and that they'd play that by ear but don't plan on cooking, they would do something. Colette put her hair up wet; she didn't need to look particularly special today even though she did. She popped her head into the shower and took Conner's limp penis in her hand, sighed deeply and stared at it. She leaned down and sucked it into her mouth licking him lovingly. It slurped out of her mouth with an audible wet pop. She kissed him on the mouth quickly and headed to the bedroom to dress.
Colette threw on a pair of faded lowrider jeans and a tube top. She pulled on an equally faded jean jacket. Conner was standing in the bathroom door naked, drying his hair as she shot out the bedroom door. She wanted to stay for more of him but priorities were in order and Dr. Thomas could make or break her doctoral thesis.
Her thesis was due before the Christmas break. It was so close to complete that Colette had quit worrying a long time ago but Dr. Thomas insisted on these meaningless meetings. Colette suspected that he just wanted to exercise his control over her life at this point in time. She was right and she always dressed just a little nasty for him. And she always, always made sure her navel was visible for him. That had been Conner's idea at one point when Colette was having trouble getting along with Dr. Thomas. It worked. She never had another instances of a problem from the first day she flitted into his office with short shorts and a high cut tshirt on. She loved Conner's confidence. He suggested she half dress to get this old geezer on her side, it had worked and he wasn't in the least bit upset about having some old dude looking at her.
She was waiting outside Dr. Thomas' office when he arrived ten minutes late as usual. He greeted her and opened the door and ushered her in. He studied her firm young bottom in those threadbare faded jeans. He probably couldn't do anything if she offered herself to him but she didn't mind giving the old guy some fun in his lonely bored existence. Colette walked to his window and looked out over the campus. She put her hands in her front pockets and pulled her jeans tight against her rear. If he couldn't tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath them he was blinder than she thought. He didn't say anything for several minutes. Colette finally took a seat in front of his desk and studied him studying her file. One never spoke before Dr. Thomas, even if he sat there for an hour saying nothing.
"Well Colette we're almost through this thing. How do you feel about your work?" he asked.
"Um, Dr. Thomas I really feel good about it. With your guidance I think I have been able to put together a very concise exact thesis. I can only hope you agree," she answered.
"Well, if it's like the rest of your work I am sure it will be excellent," he added.
There was a knock at the door. Dr. Thomas impatiently beckoned the person interrupting them to come in. It was a florist deliveryman. He read the card, "a Colette Adams?" Colette looked at him curiously and got up to take the bouquet of roses.
"That's me," she said.
The card in the envelope read 'Sorry if I made you late this morning. I should have been encouraging you toward your meeting instead of indulging myself with your delicious body. I will make it up to you tonight. Forgive me - Conny.' Colette smiled and sat back down.
"From you young man I presume?" Dr. Thomas asked.
"Yes Dr. Thomas, I am so sorry. He is so impetuous. Please forgive me, I am so sorry," she answered.
Actually she was all giddy inside but she had to pretend for Dr. Thomas' benefit. She promised that it would not happen again. She knew this meeting was unnecessary but humoring the old professor was not an unpleasant act for her. He continued on with his questioning. It was approaching nine-fifteen when he finally released her. He had a senior class at nine-thirty and needed to leave for it soon. Colette got up holding her flowers. She stood there with her precious mound crammed into her jeans staring the old fellow directly in the face across his desk. She stood there for several seconds more than she normally would just to make sure he got a good eyeful. Those jeans looked so sexy. They caressed her muffin and showed the detailed creases and crevices of her sweet body. They were cut so low you could almost taste her.
When Conner got home he found Colette in bed; the champagne colored silk sheet covering her. Rose petals were strewn all over the bed; one single rose lying between her almost exposed breasts. Her beautiful hair was thrown about her head in a sexy mess. He dropped his coat in the doorway; his tie and shirt soon followed. He kicked his shoes toward the closet. He dropped his pants at the foot of the bed and slid his bikini briefs off as he climbed into bed with her.
He took the rose and began brushing it across the smooth pristine flesh of Colette's chest and shoulders. She raised her arms above her head; he ran the rose up her arm and back down to her breast. He pushed the sheet off the gorgeous mound. Colette moaned sexily as he pulled the petals across her sensitive nipple. The little bud began to swell. Her flesh broke out in goose bumps. As he ran the rose across her body to give equal treatment to her other breast, his lips found the hot hardening little nipple. He chewed it gently, she moaned louder as it grew more erect with each lick of his hot tongue.
Conner put the rose between his teeth and taking a breast in each hand he began to kiss slowly down her body. She rose up to meet his mouth with each delicious kiss. As he reached her heaving belly button he consciously rubbed her pubic hair with the rose. The delicate touch sent Colette's thighs parting. Lying with his head hovering over her heating bush Conner started to sweep the rose from the middle of one inner thigh up to her pouty vagina and back down the other thigh, then back up it repeating over and over. He lay the rose across her belly and began kneading her stomach just at her hairline with eager fingers. His other hand began massaging her perfect thigh. He slowly kissed around her bush with hot puckered smacking kisses. She writhed against his mouth begging him to kiss her moist bush.
Conner slid between her thighs with his mouth just mere inches from her muffin. Colette's thighs parted wide and her hips rose desirously to his mouth. When she groaned in protest of his teasing he pressed his wet mouth against her engorged lips. She melted into the bed and released a deep sexy sigh of relief and intense pleasure.
